They Are A-OK Ch. 25

When I caught up to him I noticed that he was both freshly showered and shaved. He was also better dressed than I had expected. I thought perhaps that he was wearing clothing that was provided as a kind of uniform in the event he was pressed into duty as waiter for one of Adam's parties.

"Hello, Greg. Why are you back here? You are a guest tonight; you should be at the front door," I said, hoping to set the obviously nervous young man at ease.

"Oh, no, I do not think that is a good idea, Sir. It is not permitted."

"Well, I wouldn't want you to get in trouble. However, I insist you drop the sir and call me John.

"OK, John," he replied hesitantly

"OK, Greg, come on. I have asked that dinner be served later on the side terrace. We can talk there while we wait."

He followed me up through the garden to the patio adjoining the greenhouse. We found that the table was already set for dinner even though it was still almost and hour before the appointed time to serve.

"Oh, John, I am sorry. I see you're entertaining a guest tonight. I will be quick and get out of your way," he said, looking embarrassed.

"Greg, you are my dinner guest tonight."

"Oh, thank you. I did not expect hospitality, only a small bit of your time."

We sat and began to talk. As we talked of the island and his life I realized he was very intelligent and clearly better educated than I would have thought possible for a lifelong resident. When I asked about his education he explained that Adam insisted that all the island children go to school. The island had a small school house and Adam hired teachers from the States to provide an education through the high school level. When I asked about college, he explained that he had chosen not to go. He had the opportunity to visit a couple of colleges and decided that he did not want to be away from the island for so long. He thought his life was good and knew he would always have a job and be able to support a family. I felt a bit envious of his ability to be so comfortable with his simple life. The way he talked about the island I again saw it as a paradise. After the first course arrived, I decided that it was time to move the conversation to what he wanted to talk about when we arranged the meeting.

"So, Greg, I am enjoying learning about your island, but I do not think you wanted to see me to have a general discussion about island life."

"No, John, I came here mostly to apologize for the way I reacted to your being with my sister."

"No need, it is understandable that a brother wants to protect his sister."

"Not here, it is not our way, and I think I was wrong about you. I thought you were just one of the boss's guests who come here and use things and people without regard for any other than themselves. But Alicia told me that it was her that wanted to fuck, not you."

I was shocked at the way he expressed my being with his sister.

"Do all of the island's people speak so plainly of such things?" I asked, sincerely wanting to understand his motivation.

"I don't understand – do you not speak of fucking in the States?"

"Not so casually. Had I been with the sister of a man back home, he would use some euphemism, like making love. Fuck is seen as derisive the way you used the word."

"I am not sure I understand all of your meaning. I was a good student but we did not discuss fucking or what you called making love in school."

I laughed at the idea that they might have taught that subject in school.

"So, if you were talking to your mother about sex would you or she would call it fucking?" I asked, anxious to understand his culture.

"A man doesn't generally speak to his mother about such matters. When my father explained such things that is the word that was used. So yes, if the subject came up between my mother and me, we would both likely call it fucking. John, we are a very open people about sex. We have, at least in youth, multiple partners and see no sin in that. My parents knew what you and Alicia did in our house that day and think it is a good thing. Now that I know it was what she wanted and her doing, I think it is a good thing also. I would be very happy if she was with you again."

"Greg, I am not sure I completely understand, but I am sure I am flattered that you feel that I am a suitable lover for your sister. I also like the idea that you and I might be friends. I think that you are trying to tell me something that I am not getting. I know that you have been raised to see me as something different than you, maybe even above your station. I want you to know that I come from a background not so different from yours in substance. My family is poor. I was lucky enough to be able to go to college and then to meet people like Adam. But I am nothing like the guests that you say come here and use without regard to others."

"I know you are not like them, but still it is hard for me to speak plainly to someone in your position. The truth is that I do not like the idea of my sister becoming a whore for the boss's guests. I know it is wrong for me to feel this way, but I feel sick when I think of her being used that way. You are the only lover she has taken of her own choosing so far, I think. If she becomes a whore in this house it will be many years before she will be able to choose another or a husband. My culture teaches me that what she plans to do is no different than the choice I made. I wanted to stay on the island and followed my father's profession. She will be following her mother."

"You know?" I gasped in honest surprise.

"Of course, such things are not kept secret among my people. I also know that the seed that planted me in her womb did not come from my father's cock. The only time she ever spoke to me of sexual matters was when she explained these things to me. She and my father were in love and engaged. She was to have quit whoring three months before the planned wedding. But a guest impregnated her and the wedding was rushed so that I would have two legal parents."

I was unable to speak. I simply did not know what to say. The pause was further extended because the waiter had returned to bring the main course. When we were once again alone Greg continued his story.

"John, you should not feel bad for me. I was raised by a wonderful man with more love than most fathers have to give. I am his son because he wants me to be and he is truly my father."

"Greg, is this why you have such anger toward Adam's guests?"

"I do not have universal anger toward those that visit here. Many are wonderful people who respect the island and my people. It is just those that use. My mother tells me that the man that made me was a good man and I harbor no ill toward him. She offered to go to the boss and ask him to tell the man about me if I wanted. But I know who my father is and he is not the man that put his sperm in my mother's womb. Neither the boss nor this man know that my father did not sow the seed that made me, and I ask you to keep this secret."

"Greg, you ask more than you can know. Though I can't explain fully, you must accept that I can not lie to Adam because of an important cultural restriction. So while I will not initiate the subject, if he were to ask me directly I would have to answer truthfully. But I see no reason why he would ever ask. Of course, I also think it is likely that he already knows."

"That is possible, I suppose. But in any case, I will trust that the secret is safe. The other thing I wish to ask is an even greater imposition, I fear. I want you to help me convince Alicia to take a lesser job as a maid or even work in the gardens."

"I can certainly try, though I do not know why she would care what I think. In truth, Greg, I have thought of her a lot while I was back home and I do not like the idea of her being a whore either."

"She likes you and respects you. Perhaps if she thinks you will not fuck her again if she becomes a whore she will relent."

"I don't know about that, but I do not think I should lie to convince her. Isn't there a bigger problem? She told me that she was already being trained. Isn't she already committed to taking the job?"

"The boss is a good man. He would not force one to whore themselves against their will."

"Then you do not feel the same toward the boss as you do some of his guests?"

"Of course not, he is a very good person and is very good to my people."

"Is this the truth? You and I must have a pact of truthfulness between us."

"It is the truth. You will find that my people do not lie. If you asked any of us about the boss, you will hear only good things."

"How about those in his employee from outside, are they all good people?"

"Mostly, but there are a couple who are like those that use without concern."

"What about Ms Edwards? Is she a good person?" I asked even though I knew if she wasn't he would be uncomfortable answering.

"John, please do not make me speak of her. I do not know why you ask but no good can come of expressing my opinion of her."

"Your desire not to speak of her tells me all I need to know for now. But I can not promise I will not ask again if I need proof of what I believe to be the case."

"I think that you are a very good man and I will tell you what you need to know if it will help you in some way."

"Thank you. Now that our meal is done, will you join me in a drink or smoke?"

"I would love to have a cigar with you as I do on occasion with my father. However, while I enjoy the effect island punch has when young men gather to tell lies, I think it best that I keep a clear head when I am with you, John."

"Then cigars it is, but I must know why you fear the effects of alcohol when you are with me."

"That is a difficult question for me to answer. When I told you that my people are open about our sexuality, I did not fully express the nature of our sexuality. I think we are far more adventurous in our choice of partners than those of your culture."

"If you are suggesting what I think, then you should know that not all of my people are as rigid as your studies may have led you to believe. But I was told that you are engaged to a young woman, so I may misunderstand your meaning."

"I think you do understand my meaning, John. I am not married yet, and even if I were, such things would not be considered an act of infidelity."

I suggested we walk and enjoy our cigars while we continued to talk. As we did so he explained his people's outlook on rituals of marriage. During the engagement period both the man and woman are encouraged to take other partners of either gender. This is considered to be a test of their desire to make a union of their lives. Once married the man is committed to abstain from being with other women for five years. The woman is constrained from intercourse with other men for the duration of her child bearing years. These restrictions are made to insure the paternity of any children. The men for the most part never again engage in intercourse with fertile females after marriage, though it is permissible after five years time with any unmarried female.

While the men are under an absolute restriction against sexual contact with other women for the first five years the women are not. They may engage in any type of sexual activity with other men except intercourse. It is common practice for the bride to perform oral sex with multiple male guests at the wedding celebration. This includes the unmarried and long-enough married male members of her new husband's family. This is, of course, before the marriage is even consummated. He told me that in his culture they believe that the woman will have a better orgasm if her belly is full of sperm.

"Since a new husband wants his wife to think he is a great lover it is in his interest that she suck many cocks before they fuck that night," he told me earnestly with a happy smile on his face.

I thought it was unfair that Greg's brother would have the pleasure of being sucked off by his bride, but Greg would likely be in his first five years when the brother married and not eligible for such treatment. He finished his tale of the sexual moirés of the island's natives by explaining that same sex liaisons were not restricted for men after marriage once they had impregnated their wives. Women were expected to refrain from same sex encounters for at least a year to concentrate their sexual energies on producing a child. He did not think that there were any completely homosexual islanders, but was certain that premarital same sex play was almost universally practiced. He assumed because of the universality of premarital same sex pairings that it continued to be practiced by a large percentage of the population after marriage. I was astonished upon learning of an island culture with such wild and open sexual ways.

We had been walking around the narrow garden paths for a long while with Greg telling his story. When we came to a bench in a particularly secluded area we decided to take a rest. The sun had already set, but the full moon provided sufficient light for us to see each other clearly. By that point I was fairly certain that Greg and I were going to have sex before the night was over. However, I felt no urgency to push. I was enjoying just being with him, talking and learning about the fascinating ways of his people. I almost wished that I could be one of them instead of one of the boss's guests.

"John, I have a wonderful idea," he said as if the most amazing thought had just come to him. "I want you to come to my wedding. I would be honored if my bride carried your seed in her belly on our first night. My Elikie is an outstanding cock sucker, my friend."

I wasn't sure if I was more shocked or honored. It wouldn't be the first time that a friend's significant other had sucked my cock. But it was definitely the first time that a guy had been so forceful in trying to sell the idea of her abilities to me. Interestingly, the words that came out of my mouth were more about his skills but hers.

"Is she better at it than you are?" I blurted out.

"I can't say since I can't suck my own cock," he answered, clearly amused by the question.

"Perhaps we should have a contest," I joked.

He was not so amused by that remark.

"That is a bad idea, John. If I have not been clear, I want to be with you. But I do not think making a spectacle of it would be rewarding."

"Oh, god, I am sorry, Greg. I was teasing. I didn't mean to actually suggest...."

"Oh, than I am sorry, too, for misunderstanding," he interrupted. "I thought such contests might be a real thing amongst your people. Americans are well known for their competitiveness."

It was my turn to laugh. Outside of the AOK I couldn't imagine a contest like that anywhere.

"No, please don't be sorry. It is my fault for not thinking about the differences in our backgrounds. Speaking of that, there is something that I find very puzzling. I was nearly certain that you were straight. Shelia Edwards holds that same opinion. I don't understand how it is that your people are so open about this and yet it seems hidden. I can see how I might have missed it on one brief visit. But Sheila lives here and seemingly knows everything about island life."

"John, I am sure that she knows that same sex coupling occurs amongst my people. But she is not favored and therefore not privy to matters we consider private. She has no way of knowing the extent of those activities. As for your not knowing and my seeming to be what you call straight in your culture, we do not reveal ourselves so easily to the boss's guests. You see, we have no way of knowing how the guests might feel about such behavior. We know that our ways differ from the ways of other places. Though honesty and openness are important to us, not shaming our benefactor is imperative."

"I am glad that you changed your mind about me," was all that I could think to say after listening to his explanation.

"That is Alicia's doing. She thinks you're a very good person. Now that we have talked I agree with her. I also agree with her about something else."

"Oh?"

"We both think you are very desirable."

I blushed at his innocent remark about his attraction to me.

"I am sorry. Is it not proper to say such things in your culture? You're the first outsider I have ever..."

"No, what you said is very proper, a compliment. It is just different having someone say a thing like that so plainly."

"I do not know any other way to say things."

"And you shouldn't. It would be better if everyone was so forthright and innocent in their dealings with others. To that end I want to ask you to spend the night with me in my bed."

"John, it would not be good for us to sleep together in the boss's house. My people would have difficulty understanding why I was being treated in such a special way. My parents would think I was interfering to divert your affections from my sister. It might even jeopardize my wedding plans. For you there would be a loss of prestige in the eyes of the islanders and possibly ridicule in your world. Worst of all, I think Alicia would be hurt."

"I do not see how I could suffer any loss. But I do not wish any harm to your reputation. I am sad to hear that we can not be together, Greg."

"That is not what I mean. We can be together as you say, but not in the house or for the entire night."

"I am lost. You were concerned for your marriage and your family's opinion of you."

"It is a complicated thing. Spending the entire night with you would be seen as something different than our just having sex. My fiancé's family would think one of two things had occurred. Either I had whored myself to you or you and I shared an emotional bound that might hinder my faithfulness."

"Wow!" I exclaimed, truly shocked at the dichotomy of the islander's attitudes about sexual behaviors. "So it is fine with all concerned if you and I go out into the jungle and fuck each other stupid, but a little cock sucking in my bed followed by a night's sleep in each others arms will get you labeled a queer or whore, and me pegged as a user of flesh or a stealer of virtue?"

I somehow could not stop the words even though I knew I was trespassing on dangerous territory.

"John, I am not sure I know what all of that means, but I think it is essentially correct. I am sorry that our ways upset you so much. I think I should go."

"No! We should not deny something we both desire because of what others may think," I said forcefully and pulled him into my arms.

Before he could speak I pressed my lips to his. Even though he did not return the kiss I did not withdraw. I felt both his tension and resistance, but since he did not actively fight I did not give up. Eventually, he relented and allowed my tongue to enter his mouth. It seemed almost like he did not know how to kiss. His tongue just lay in his mouth as my tongue probed and teased trying to entice his tongue to joust. When I backed off after a few minutes, I discovered the reason.

"John, I am sorry, I have never been kissed by a man before. I was too startled to react."

After I apologized for my aggressive behavior he explained that while he had done most everything that can be done sexually with other males it never included kissing. Again there seemed to be a divide in the sexual attitudes of his people. Kissing was somehow more intimate than raw sex of any kind. I thought back to when I was with his sister and remembered that she had initiated kissing. I wondered if that meant she felt an intimacy with me or if whores were trained to kiss the guests they fucked or than again maybe heterosexual couples routinely kissed while fucking. I wanted to ask him but could not make myself bring up the subject of my fucking his sister.

Instead I asked, "So, I suppose we should not kiss?" "I am not sure what we should do. Part of me wants you to kiss me. Maybe, it is OK since you aren't of the island and have different ways, but not here. Come, I know a place that is very private and comfortable."